Chapter 53: Speed ​​of Life and Death

"His condition is very bad. Apart from the risk of infection caused by the mess of wires in his body, he is also old and his body's recovery ability is not as good as that of young people. There is a great risk of sequelae after injury. Even if he can survive the infection and inflammation, his body functions have been severely damaged. I think you can ask him if he has any last wishes..."

Stark pounded the table, and the violent sound scared Strange. The very tricky doctor said: "You'd better make sure that the consultation fee you give me is worthy of your bad temper."

"I'm sure that your courage is worthy of my force." Schiller said to Strange.

Stark looked at Obadiah lying on the experimental table. His pupils had begun to dilate. An extreme emotion surrounded Stark. He didn't understand why Obadiah did this.

"I have always wanted to prove to Howard that the biotechnology route I proposed is not useless. It can bring people enough power. Even if their bodies have aged beyond recognition, they can still perfectly control the mecha through the power of their bodies..."

"But you are about to die!" Stark said angrily: "What is more important than life?!"

"Howard died earlier than me..."

Stark was speechless. He heard Obadiah sigh and say: "He deserved to die early, but it's a pity that he died early..."

A complex emotion rose from Stark's heart. He knew that the relationship between Obadiah and Howard was not a perfect partnership as many people imagined.

When you are with a peerless genius, few people will not feel jealous. Perhaps Obadiah once thought about proving that he could do it without Howard.

Unfortunately, Howard was really gone, and he didn't know who he should prove it to.

Obadiah is old, and perhaps he also knows that if he doesn't do this again, he will never have another chance.

There has to be a Stark who understands that he is right. If the old Stark can't do it, then the young Stark can.

"I have to find a way to save him!" Stark threw himself on the other side of the laboratory table and began to frantically search for information. He had no time to think about Obadiah stealing his mecha core. For so many years, Obadiah was almost his only relative. Now he was about to die, and Stark couldn't care about anything else.

"Heart stent! We must make a heart stent for him!" Stark said.

Strange shook his head and said, "You really have no medical knowledge. His heart is about to fail. This is not a problem that can be solved by stents."

"Then give him a few more!"

"Unless you can use a machine to rebuild his heart, his current heart can't even perform the function of blood transfusion. He will die of heart failure in three hours at most."

"Are you a doctor who only knows how to make sarcastic remarks?!" Stark asked angrily. Strange was even angrier than him. He said, "You, a rich man, have wasted my entire afternoon with just one sentence! I'm just telling the truth! He is hopeless! Don't treat doctors as gods. You put seven or eight holes in your heart. Even God can't save him!"

Schiller patted Strange. 's shoulder, he said: "Can't you see the current situation? This rich man who is so poor that he only has money left is willing to pay any price to save his uncle. As long as you can come up with a plan, you can name the price."

Strange rubbed his temple and said: "We are all doctors. Don't I want to make this money? As long as he can be saved by medical means, there is no one in this world who can't be saved."

"What did you just say?" Stark turned his head and asked suddenly,

Strange was stunned, he said: "What did I say?"

"Yes... Mechanical heart! Build him a new heart!"

Schiller looked at his watch and said: "You only have three hours."

After that, he looked at Obadiah again.

"This is still an optimistic estimate. I am afraid that once it exceeds two hours, even with a new heart, his whole body will be necrotic due to lack of blood."

Stark said nothing, he suddenly calmed down, and seemed to be no longer so irritable in an instant. His brain cursed by knowledge, all the threads started running wildly.

"It's ridiculous. You want to replace a living person's heart with a machine-made heart. What about the rejection reaction?" Strange said.

Stark turned around and punched him. Schiller dragged him out of the laboratory. Strange rubbed his nose and said, "This damn rich man..."

"Don't complain. Think about the seven or eight-digit medical fee he will pay you later. Do you feel better?"

"Will he really pay that much?"

"That's Stark. Look at your feet. A floor tile here may be your monthly salary."

Strange rarely said anything. It seems that the upcoming large medical fee did not make him happier.

After a while, Stark suddenly rushed out and said, "I have an idea! Yes, I have a way! The Ark reactor, the model..."

"I need an assistant, come! Come quickly!"

Strange sat still, and Schiller could only stand up and say, "Let me do it. I hope it's not a light bulb anymore."

After entering the laboratory, Stark made a mess inside. Schiller stepped over the various documents and materials scattered on the ground. Stark began to tinker with a laboratory table full of various complex instruments. He said as he fiddled: "That model is not only useful for the composition of energy reactions, but its structure is very suitable for the human body. As for the rejection reaction..."

Stark's movements suddenly stopped. He supported his hands on the table, then lowered his head. He whispered: "I almost died from the rejection reaction. Maybe this is retribution."

"Don't mention your fatalism." Schiller glanced at Obadiah.

He seemed to be conscious, but the excessive lack of blood made him unable to speak. He didn't look at Stark, but just stared at the laboratory table.

Perhaps, young Obadiah also stood aside like this, watching Howard enthusiastically busying around the laboratory table. At that time, they could do experiments all night, and then chat about how these inventions would change the world while eating breakfast.

Howard at that time was full of enthusiasm and ambition. He was an incomparable genius. Obadiah was more like the shadow of a genius. Howard was born to change the world, while Obadiah just wanted to use his abilities to make himself better.

Obadiah felt his whole body begin to heat up, and a warm current flowed from his heart to his limbs. In the haze, he saw countless pictures playing in front of him.

Howard died too early, but Obadiah was grateful that Howard died so early, which allowed him to have a good enough friendship to recall before he died. Those were the most passionate and glorious years of his life.

A behemoth rose in his hands until it ruled the world.

Thanks to Howard's early death, this friendship has not been gradually worn out and withered in the mundane world. It is always so bright, and even before death, it seems to have no regrets.

"You have to hurry up." Schiller looked at Obadiah and said, "We have some errors in our estimates. You have at most one and a half hours, and he has lost his mind."

Stark turned around in a panic and said, "No!! Don't! Wait, wait... Don't do this, how could he..."

"Just like you before, the desire to survive is a very important thing. Once it is gone, the body will begin to decay at a speed you can't imagine."

Stark tightly grasped the parts in his hand. He said nothing and turned around to continue the experiment.

Schiller asked the symbiote in his mind: "Can't you reconstruct a heart for him?"

"No, his heart is missing something and needs the symbiote to maintain it. If he leaves me, he will die."

Schiller thought about it and it seemed that it was indeed the case in the comics. The elderly Eddie relied on venom to transform cells into part of his body. He would die without venom.

"There are parts that can be combined." The symbiote said again.

Schiller said to Stark: "You can try to make parts. I can use the reconstruction method to combine it with flesh and blood without fixation and stitches."

Stark pointed to Schiller with a pen and a blueprint and said: "The structure of the Ark reactor can be used on the heart. Look here, we replace the entire left ventricle, strengthen the myocardium here, and install an artificial heart pump here..."

Schiller called Strange in. Strange looked at the blueprint and said: "If it is only theoretically possible, but I advise you not to do this. The combination of human body and metal will have great risks. This is a difficult problem that the medical community has been unable to break through, and you are not a doctor at all. Even if you can save him for a while, the subsequent maintenance of parts and metal aging are also problems..."

Schiller said: "Obadiah seems to have been studying biomechanics. He must have useful information. Jarvis, can you find out where Obadiah is doing research?"

Jarvis heard a buzzer, and then said: "Calculating... Positioning... Positioning successfully, the old site of Stark Industries, which was once the Stark Automotive Industry Group."

"Storage devices have been detected... Those data have not been uploaded. Please wait, I am using physical cracking..."

A few minutes later, a mecha flew in, holding a heavy computer in his hand. Stark took out a USB flash drive and plugged it into the computer. Soon Jarvis said: "Data has been encrypted... Encryption cracking... Cracking completed... All uploaded."

Stark hurriedly turned to his host, and the moment he turned on the host screen, he was stunned.

There were densely packed data and drawings on it. Schiller couldn't understand what was written. After a while, Stark took two steps back and said: "Maybe he is right, maybe he is right..."

"He found another way, a completely different way from mechanical armor..."

"You are running out of time." Schiller said.

"No, I only need half an hour now. No, no, no, 20 minutes. All the information is ready. Jarvis will help me calculate it right now. Let's start by building this model..."

An hour later, Stark, Schiller and Strange walked out of the laboratory with exhausted faces. Strange's hands were covered in blood. He said, "How can such a thing happen in this world? You really made a heart out of a pile of scrap metal, and then made it beat successfully, God..."

Schiller was not much better. Replacing a heart is a strenuous job. His chest was soaked with blood.

Stark leaned against the wall and sat down slowly. He said, "Am I really like my father? Blindly arrogant, stubborn..."

"No..."

Stark looked up at Schiller who was speaking.

"You are worse than your father."